Bifurcating Desires

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is red to thee, or lavender, the scent of harmony?</p><p id="0e47">And if I break away, from the rheobase that held me, give me time, and I will heal, knowing someday, I too will feel your heart among the roses, among the nucleus of choices, that we made, before time was writ</p><p id="fc67">did you mirror my sorrows, in multipolar tomorrows? To receive the suffering of worlds, and to turn it into beauty, is the way of a poet, who knows synaptic nightmare, among the surge of currents, in the dead of night.</p><p id="1089">And in our excitability, my heart is bursting forth, knowing me tree lead’th to you, eternities away, yet along my axon roads, super-synchrony doth bend, a thousand whispers to a single thought I send you modulating love, in a world of endless dismay, the light will shine aga

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in, my love, my friend, my place of true equilibrium.</p><p id="b306">© <a href="undefined">Bradley J Nordell</a> 2020</p><p id="22a3">If you enjoyed this science-themed poem, you might also want to read:</p><div id="933a" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/thoughts-scattered-entropically-4b0232202023"> <div> <div> <h2>Thoughts Scattered Entropically</h2> <div><h3>A poem about making sense of difficult times</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*GDe-YXu2dlNpPtGV)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

A poem about love stories of neurons

Our cells are cellos, laying out their quaternion woes depolarizing philosophies, entwined with dendritic gardens, in spring's growth, once more to proclaim their action in potentials, millivolts wide

Did you fail or decide? to create reality inside, those mourning doves doth cry out for tomorrow’s embrace, and I wonder if red is red to thee, or lavender, the scent of harmony?

And if I break away, from the rheobase that held me, give me time, and I will heal, knowing someday, I too will feel your heart among the roses, among the nucleus of choices, that we made, before time was writ

did you mirror my sorrows, in multipolar tomorrows? To receive the suffering of worlds, and to turn it into beauty, is the way of a poet, who knows synaptic nightmare, among the surge of currents, in the dead of night.

And in our excitability, my heart is bursting forth, knowing me tree lead’th to you, eternities away, yet along my axon roads, super-synchrony doth bend, a thousand whispers to a single thought I send you modulating love, in a world of endless dismay, the light will shine again, my love, my friend, my place of true equilibrium.

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